I got Chopper as an itty bitty kitten at an adoption fair.
The organization has a no kill policy, and asks me to sign a contract saying that I agree to never let the cat outside and that I will not have him declawed.
This tiny little kitten is in a big dog kennel with four of his sisters. It's the first time they are away from their mom, and all of them, with the exception of Chopper, is hunkered down in fear. He is also the only orange one in the bunch! He's just sitting there, looking around. Then he gets up, strides across the kennel to one of his cowering siblings, and pounces directly on top of her. She responds only by cowering even more. "Hmf" Chopper seems say with his face, and does the same to another sister.
Probably wondering why no one wantsto play.
"I'll take the orange one" I say.